All language subtitles for Alien.Nation.1988.1080p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE.sdh.eng

...4-0-2-3-1 on contact
at 18 miles.

2-speed 250,
mile radius 2-3-0.

Both sides...

We've talked
to the military.

They've escorted it down.

There appears to be
a potential...

It looked like
a door was opening...

This is not a hoax.

That is real
out there.

That was the scene
in California's Mojave Desert

three years ago today--

the first view of the Newcomer ship
upon its arrival.

These Newcomers,
we soon learned,

were a genetically
engineered race

adapted for hard labor

in almost any
environmental condition.

In effect, their ship
was a slave ship,

washed ashore on Earth

with no way to return
to where they came from.

Now that attorneys
have successfully lobbied

for the Newcomers'
release from quarantine,

what are the reactions
among the communities?

Why us?
Why can't they go to Russia?

I'll drink
to that.

I'll be going to school
with 9- or 10-year-olds.

There goes
my job future.

I have to
compete with--

If a 10-year old
is twice as smart,

I'll be working here.

By far the strongest
words of acceptance

came from
then-President Ronald Reagan.

We've come to
a turning point...

a moment
for hard decisions.

If not us... who?

And if not now... when?

Hey, Henry,
how you doin' tonight?

You working hard?

Hey, you got
your green card, buddy?

Slagtown.
I hate this place.

Look at that geek.

I hate it.

Look at this crap.

I wonder if their
plumbing's the same.

Yeah, it is.

What?

Oh, man,
get out of here.

Ugh.

I don't trust 'em,
that's all.

Good day.

[Burp]

Take a hike,
will you?

Jesus Christ!

Why do they get
wasted on sour milk?

Why can't it be
Jack Daniel's or Thunderbird?

What's wrong with that?

Look at this--
Fred Astaire and Ginger Slag.

What the hell's that?

They call this
a game.

It's a circle jerk.
Cowboys and slags.

Ha ha ha!

They make up shit.

Beating each other
to death.

So are you going
or not?

How do I go?

You put on your
wash-and-wear suit,

your clip-on bow tie,

then you show up
at the church.

It's simple.

Me and Carol
are going.

Well, that's nice.

Hey, come on now.

We've known
Kristin since...

well, since she
was conceived.

Ha ha ha haaa!

Remember?

Up in that cabin
at Big Bear?

You and Edie were
pounding so damn hard,

we had plaster
in our hair.

Look, I--
obviously, I want to

go to
Kristin's wedding.

You just bummed
your ex-wife and her husband

are paying for it.

If Kristin got married
where I could afford it,

we'd be in
a bowling alley.

Does that
look suspicious?

Whatever gave you
that idea?

We got a possible
211 in progress,

Porter's Minimarket,
corner of Virginia and Court.

Requesting backup.

Come on, forget that shit.
Let's go.

Listen...
pay attention.

You tell me what
those ugly bastards

are doing in there.

Two gentlemen,
long, black raincoats.

Long, black raincoats.

With long,
black shotguns.

Oh, that's no good.

It's not very good
at all.

You got your vest?

Of course.
In the trunk of the car.

I feel
a lot better now.

Well, my brother,

I'm going to get a better angle
on that door.

You watch your ass.

You watch my ass.

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Speaking Alien Language]

Shit.

[Speaking Alien Language]

Freeze!

Hey, freeze!

Aah!

[Speaking Alien Language]

Tug! Come on,
get out of there!

I can't!
Do you mind?

Tug! Go ahead,
I'll cover you!

OK.

Oh, shit!

Hey,
what's happenin'?

Hi there.
How are you?

You mind
stepping out here?

We got
a bit of trouble.

[Speaking Alien Language]

Tug.

Oh...oh, shit.

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Gunshots]

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Speaking Alien Language]

Aaaah!

Yaah!
Ha ha!

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Speaking Alien Language]

Ha ha!

[Speaking Alien Language]

Aah!

[Sirens]

Aah!

[Speaking Alien Language]

Oh!

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa!
Take it easy.

You OK?

I'm all right.

I better
call this in.

Ow, my hand.

Jesus.

Are you all right?

Oh...God, I hate you.

Get out of here!

I don't need
your god damn help!

Take it easy,
will you?

[Sirens]

Except for the magazine,

looks like
a standard 12 gauge.

It is.

How come it went
clean through the car?

B.R.I. Sabot slugs.

Tug might as well have
been behind a rosebush.

Pretty heavy stuff
for knocking off a minimarket.

An identical round
was used

in the shooting of
a newcomer named Hubely

two days ago.

How come--

Francisco,
she won't budge.

Hey, uh--
Hey, listen, uh...

you think
there's a connection?

Hey!

Up yours.

[Beep]

Hello, Daddy?

Dad, are you there?

Will you pick up
the phone?

I really need
to talk to you.

Why are you
being so stubborn?

Can't you forget about
your hassles with Mom?

It's my wedding.

Come on,
you got to be there.

Listen, I already
worked it out with Tug.

Nothing will stop him
from dragging you

to that church
on Sunday.

It's at 2:30,
and please don't be late.

I love you, Daddy.

Ahh, I shouldn't
have said that.

Now you'll pull this tape out
and save it, right?

Bye.

[Beep]

This is the gas company.

Your bill
is past due, and--

Yo, Matt.

Matt.

Oh, Matt.
I'm sorry, man.

Matt.

Yeah, thanks.

I'm sorry
about that.

What did you
dig up?

Jesus, Sykes, it hasn't even
been 10 hours yet.

Me and Alterez
are on it.

Yeah... that makes me
real happy.

You ever try to make a case
in Slagtown?

The list
of Newcomer informants

is as long as a list
of Mexican war heroes.

Hey! Come on!

Half of 'em
don't even speak English.

The other half...
only when it suits 'em.

It's gonna
take some time.

I know it'll take time
with you two.

I've got
an announcement.

You OK, Sykes?

I'll make this short.

This is a directive
from Chief Evener,

acting on a mandate

from the Federal Bureau
of Newcomer Relations.

"As of 9:00 this morning,

one Newcomer
uniformed officer

has been promoted
to detective."

And we've got him,
gentlemen.

Volunteers for duty
with the new detective

should see me
in my office.

Otherwise, I will choose
a volunteer myself.

That's all.

What's he
going to do

if he gets
too many volunteers?

How long's this slag
been on the force?

A year max, right?

I was in uniform eight years
before I became detective.

I'm calling
the union.

You got it, babe.

We'll back you.

No chance, man.

Where the hell's
he going?

Bob?

Yeah, Sykes?

Yeah, I'd, uh...

like to volunteer for duty
with the new, uh...

um...you know.

Uh...look, Matt...

you don't have to
jump right back in.

Why don't you
take a few days?

I'd like to stay on.

All right.

Detective Sergeant
Sykes,

Detective Francisco.

We have met.

Yeah, right.

Victor Goldrup,
Mayor's office.

Congratulations,
gentlemen.

You're to have
nothing to do

with the investigation
into Tuggle's death.

Leave that
to Federchuk.

Right.

You?

Yes, sir.

There is a case
I'd like to take.

A homicide.
A Newcomer named Hubely.

Granger and Pitts
are already on it.

They got
a full caseload.

I thought,
what with, uh...

excuse me,
Francisco here,

first Newcomer plainclothes,

with the body found
in the Newcomer community,

I thought...

Don't tell me
what to think.

It's exactly what we need for this
early advancement program.

Yes, sir.

All right,
all right.

Good.

We'll work my hours.

I do the driving,
and you do the paperwork.

Sergeant, I would
like to thank you

for what you
are doing.

Oh, wait...wait.

Let me get something
straight in your head.

Want cream
and sugar?

No, no, I want to get something
straight in your head.

We are not pals,

we're not taking
moonlight walks together,

and don't
call me Sergeant.

Call me Sykes
or Matt.

I am Samuel.

Would you
like a doughnut?

Change your mind?

Sam Francisco?

Sam Francisco?

Ha ha!

No, I ain't
buyin' that.

I'm not buying that.

I'm not going to
introduce you to people

as Sam Francisco.

I think
I'll call you...George.

George?

OK.

OK.

Oh, they hung one
on you.

I, uh...

I heard a lot
of good ones before,

like Humphrey Bogart,
Harley Davidson.

I guess the guys got
a little punchy

handing out names
to a quarter million people.

You weren't towards
the back of the line?

Oh, no.

My true name is
Stangia Sorentzaah.

Sorentzaah?

Thank you.

I'll call you George.

Which paper
do you like?

I find it difficult
to drive and read.

Wait a minute.

I got you
your cigarettes.

Where did you
get this?

What is this stuff?

What is this?
Tell me, what is this?

That is
a car deodorizer.

That's mine.

Anyway, what's it
bother you

if we think
your name's funny, right?

That is exactly so.

It is like
your name...Sykes.

To us it sounds
just like si ikes,

two words
in my language

which mean
excrement and cranium.

Shithead.

Why don't you go ahead?
I'll be right in.

Hey, man.

So what do you
got for me?

You said you wanted
the biggest thing I could find,

and this...is it.

What in
the hell's this?

A.454 Casull.

We're talking twice
the impact energy

of a.44 Magnum hot load.

Only holds five.

Shells are too big
for six in a cylinder.

Hell, Matt,
you only need one.

No, two.

Thanks.

How long
you been shootin'?

That is
god damn pitiful!

What will you do
in a shoot-out?

Wave the scores of
your written exams?

Why'd you do it?

Do what?

Agree to work with me.
You don't like me.

You have nothing
but contempt,

yet you're my partner.

My partner is dead

because one of
you bastards killed him,

then crawled down
some rat hole.

You're going to
help me find

that ugly slag son of a bitch,
you understand me?

That's awfully
pretty, huh?

Bring my gun.

Let's talk
Hubely here.

His body was discovered
three days ago

in an alley
off Central Avenue

near downtown.

With two slugs
in his chest.

Through the chest,

rupturing both the primary
and secondary hearts.

Hey, nice signal,
dickhead!

He was employed at

the Consolidated
Petrochemical Refinery.

He was manager
of a methane facility.

He was involved
in a real estate venture

to develop low-cost housing
for Newcomers.

Newcomers.
That's terrific.

Real pillar
of the community.

Was he ripped off?

Pardon me?

Um...

was he missing anything
when they found him?

Oh, property.

Five.

He had no wallet

but was wearing a watch
and two rings.

Those guys last night
at the minimart,

they made
a half-assed stab

at the money
in the till.

That's not what
they were there for.

We got a couple
executions on our hands.

The murder at the minimart's
not our case.

I don't want to
break procedure.

[Horns Honk]

What's wrong?

Wrong?

Nothing.
What should be wrong?

Nothing.

What's wrong
with you?

Up yours!

Um...you do agree that
there's a good chance

that these two shootings
are related?

Yes, quite possibly.

Would you also
be willing

to accept
the theory, George,

that by examining
the evidence of one case,

we might shed a little light
on the other?

Does that sound
unreasonable?

Yes...No, it is not
unreasonable.

Although it is not--

I'm so glad
that's settled.

I think we're really
starting to click, George.

Give me
what you got.

I've been over
all this this morning.

You got nothing
better to do.

Yeah, right.
Don't push your luck.

Anyway, according
to the sheet,

the guy you nailed
outside by the car--

he was one Martin Helder--
white male, age 27.

The rap sheet shows
one armed robbery conviction.

The guy was on coke
when you stopped his clock.

Have you identified
this one?

So far,
he's a John Doe...

or a Sam Slag.

There's no fingerprints,
so it could be tough.

Lucky for you, you got him
in both his hearts.

I emptied
a whole clip into him.

Usually that
just pisses them off.

"It looks like the miner's disease."

Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nothing?

"Run blood tests and
keep it between us."

Got an extra
head shot.

We're about
to start cutting.

It's really
fascinating stuff.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Let's check
their personal effects.

What is this?

What's that?
It's a rubber.

It's a, um...
you know, a condom.

Coney Island
whitefish, you know.

Um...men, you know,
human men...

they put them
on their penises

to protect from having babies,
understand?

Excuse me. You need
this for anything?

I got my own.

She has her own.

Here.

See?

You get the picture?

And that fits?

Yeah, it's made
of rubber.

It stretches,
right?

And still it fits?

What's
this stuff here?

Oh, it's a resin.

Newcomers working near methane gases
and oil refineries

must paint it on
to protect against sparks.

How do you know that?

They hired my people because
methane fumes don't harm us.

My spouse's
brother is one.

All right.

So, um...

the slag they're
cutting into upstairs--

he worked at a refinery,

and Hubely--he worked
at a refinery.

I guess that
possible connection

is getting a hell
of a lot more possible,

wouldn't you say
that, George?

I guess I should talk to
the store owner's wife.

I should speak
to the widow alone.

All right. You talk
to the widow alone.

I'll check out
the refinery.

Hey, uh, thanks, huh?

What about
this Hubely guy?

Hubely was
a damn good manager.

The men really
liked him.

Apparently, one of them
didn't like him so much.

Here. Give this a look.

You think
this guy did it?

He could have been involved.
You know him?

I hate to admit it,
but they all look alike.

Wait a minute.

You know
who this looks like?

No.

James Anderson.
He's not in today.

He took
the afternoon off.

I think
you'll find

he took the rest
of his life off.

Is this
where he worked?

Yeah,
right in there.

Wait. There's 35%
pure methane gas in there.

I don't know how
these fellas do it.

Yeah.

Thanks, huh?

Anything
I can do.

Appreciate it.

"I need your help, Mrs. Porter."

"I will try."

"Can you identify these Newcomers?"

"No, but my son might."

Here's on oldie but goodie
from 1988--

the Four Tops
with Indestructible.

[Music Plays]

[Horn Honks]

[Speaking Alien Language]

Welcome back,
Ozzie and Harriet.

Well?

One second.

We're not
even moving.

Safety first.

Bye!

You have to yell?

Sorry.

Did you learn
anything?

Mrs. Porter
is not taking

her husband's death
very well.

She identified
one man.

It was
Warren Hubely.

Well, all right.

What about
the other guy?

She didn't know,
but she thought her son might.

Did you talk
to him?

No, but she told me
where I could find him.

Good.

Who's this guy
we got to go see?

William Harcourt--
a business associate of Hubely's.

[Speaking Alien Language]

Our guest speaker
tonight

has done so much
in his community.

He's come quite far
in the last few years--

granted, not as far
as he came

in the years
before reaching Los Angeles.

- Ha ha ha!
- Ha ha ha!

As Mayor of this city,

it gives me great pleasure
to introduce

someone who
has so readily made

our city his home.

Ladies and gentlemen,
William Harcourt.

[Applause]

[Speaking Alien Language]

I am particularly
grateful...

because I actually
had the gall

to write in my notes--

"Thank you all
for a very warm reception."

Imagine how embarrassed
I'd been

if it hadn't been
such a warm reception.

[Applause]

Excuse me.

Mr. William Harcourt?

Yes.

I'm Detective
Sergeant Sykes.

This is Detective...
Francisco. L.A.P.D.

Sergeant. Detective.

I wasn't aware any Newcomers
were detectives yet.

I am
the first, sir.

Congratulations.

This is my administrative
assistant--Rudyard Kipling.

Rudyard Kipling?
No shit? Ha ha ha!

We need some
information about...

a business associate
of yours--

Warren Hubely.

Ah. Poor Warren.
Tragic.

Yeah, wasn't it?

I understand
you were partners

in some slag...Newcomer
real estate thing, huh?

He and I and seven
or eight others.

William.

Wouldn't you rather ride
with Louisa and me?

Excellent idea.

Do you know
these officers?

Detectives...

Sykes.

Sykes
and Francisco.

How do you do?

Pleasure.

I think we really
should be going.

Feel free to call my office
Monday morning.

Congratulations again
on your promotion, Detective.

Thank you.

Remember, you're setting
an example in our community.

I shall be keeping
an eye on you.

He's going to keep
an eye on you.

"Sykes was the one who chased us
and killed Anderson."

"You're lucky, he didn't
recognize you."

"What if he talks to Strader?"

"Mr. Strader's change of heart
is dangerous, find him."

I've been going
to Berlitz for years--

6.42.

Excuse me.

Here.

I got it.

I got it.

How long did it take you
to learn English?

Three months.

Three months?

We learn quickly. We adapt.
It's our strength--

what we were
bred for.

My neighbor--
she's got this kid

who's got a Newcomer
in the class.

The kid's 6
and in the 7th grade.

Imagine that.
Thanks a lot.

To me, it's, like,
totally amazing.

Yes, it is.

Oh, my God.

I got yours.

What is that?
What kind is that?

This?

Yeah.

Beaver.

What?

Beaver.
It's tasty.

Sure.

Want some?

Not on a bet.

I tell my son--
you don't know until you try.

You tell him that?

Let me ask you
something--

Would it really put you out--
I mean, badly--

if you put it
on the grill?

Our bodies don't
assimilate nutrients

if the food's
been cooked.

You know, George,
that's very attractive.

We're going to
talk to people,

and you got fur in your teeth--
very attractive.

♪ Scary monsters♪

♪ Super creeps♪

The store owner's widow

thought we'd find
her son here.

Just stay behind me.

Just pay attention.
Let me handle it.

Watch.

Yo.

[Speaking Alien Language]

♪ We've been running♪

♪ Running scared♪

Yo!

Which one of you slags
is Porter?

Yo. Who wants to know?

Who said that?

At the end
of the bar.

Right.

♪ She asked for my love♪

♪ And I gave her
a dangerous mind♪

♪ Now she's moving
in the street... ♪♪

You Porter?

Are you Porter?

No, Matthew.

This is the one
you want.

All right, huh?

Matthew.

Hey, butt out.
I told you I'd handle it.

But--

Zip it.

I'll start
with something easy,

like is your name
Porter?

[Speaking Alien Language]

Screw you.

Yeah. Well, that
can't be right.

[Speaking Alien Language]

You don't want
to know.

Come on.

Your mother mates
out of season.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Don't they teach you
anything about us

in cop school,
little sloker?

Hey, George.
George!

Enough.

That's enough.

"You smell like a human."

A cop.

It fits you.

"I'm sorry about your father."

"Help us find his killers.
We can talk outside."

You know this guy?

When my people
first arrived here,

he and I were
housed together.

Your mother says
Hubely and your father

were involved
with another Newcomer.

You know
this other guy?

Yeah.

Yeah?

High-roller dude
named Strader--

Joshua Strader.

He runs a club
on the west side.

What club?

Encounters.

I know that joint.

Look, that's
all I know.

You want any more,
you ask somebody else.

Yeah, right.

He's a pleasant guy.

If I may make
a suggestion.

Yeah, what?

We have different
weak spots than you do.

Next time, a blow
to the nerve plexus

under the arm here
will produce the effect

I think you were
looking for.

I knew that.

Look what he did
to my flashlight.

Look at this.
Come on.

Any progress?

My arm's getting tired.
So far--zip.

I understand you've been
resisting my offer.

Mr. Strader, your sense
of duty is noble,

but...no longer
an issue, I'm afraid.

I will not make
this offer again.

I would like you
to work for me,

distributing Jabluka
to our people.

If you do, you will know
wealth and comfort

our people never
dared imagine.

"I won't do it!"

"I can't let the nightmare
start again."

Such a pity
to lose one's life

for an outmoded
value.

Mr. Quint...

I believe it's time for
our friend's swimming lesson.

[Speaking Alien Language]

It's important
to practice new skills--

essential for your growth
as a person.

You ain't gonna
believe it, man.

Sea water's like battery acid
to these guys.

[Screaming]

He won't talk
to those cops--

the two who came to
question you about Hubely.

This is getting
out of hand.

I want you to deal
with it...immediately.

[Screaming]

We must learn to embrace
the things we fear.

♪ Please allow me
to introduce myself ♪

♪ I'm a man
of wealth and taste ♪

♪ Been around
for long, long years ♪

♪ Stole many a man
and sealed his fate ♪

♪ I was around
when Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Had his moment
of doubt and pain ♪

♪ Made damn sure
that Pilate ♪

♪ Washed his hands
and sealed his fate ♪

Hey, darling!

♪ I'm pleased to meet you ♪

♪ Hope you guess
my name ♪

Whoa!

♪ What's puzzling you
is the nature ♪

♪ Of my game ♪

Wanna bag a woman.

Oh, come on!

♪ Skipped around
St. Petersburg ♪

I feel like
a beaver in heat.

May I help you
with something?

♪ Killed the czar
and his ministers ♪

♪ And the nation
screamed in pain ♪

I'd like to speak
to Strader.

That's his girl
up there.

You better
ask her.

You know
what I mean?

Thanks.

♪ Pleased to meet you ♪

♪ Hope you guess
my name ♪

George?
Come to, George.

You're drooling.

♪ What's puzzling you
is the nature of my game ♪♪

Cassandra,
police department.

This is sergeant
Matthew Sykes,

and I'm--

Shithead.
Ha ha ha!

We're looking
for your boss--Strader.

He's not here.
Why ask me?

The hostess downstairs
said you might know.

She did, did she?

She was wrong.

Excuse me.
I have to change.

That's good.
We have no problem here.

Uh, we're not here
doing an interview

for a high school
paper.

This is a homicide
investigation.

And, uh...if you don't stop
jerking around,

we'll play
a little hardball.

Oh...hardball.

Sounds interesting.

You going to strike me?

You could tie me up

and then do
whatever you want with me.

I have my own ropes.

Does that come free,
or you charge a little extra?

You have me all wrong.

I never charge money

for something
I myself find pleasurable.

I am going
out to the car.

I will meet you there.

I don't know
where Mr. Strader could be.

He comes, and he goes.

Why don't you
hang around for a while

and let me
entertain you?

Hmm...nice.

It's Matt, right?

Yes, indeed.

Tell me the truth.

Have you ever
mated with one of us?

Uh...no, unless
I got drunk

and somebody
didn't tell me.

A virgin.

Ahh...I find that
very arousing.

You sure you haven't?

Uh...

there's lots of things
I haven't done.

That's not real high
on my list.

Don't take it
personally.

I'm a bigot.

Maybe you're just
a little afraid.

Maybe you're afraid

of what might happen
once the lights go out?

Maybe more
than you want to admit?

Doesn't that curiosity

and that fear all swirling
together turn you on?

Think of it as...

broadening your horizons.

Oh--

Uh--

I like my horizons
rather narrow.

[Zip]

Your voice is saying no,

but your body's
saying yes.

Yeah, well--

Wait, whoa.

Excuse me.

My voice
and the rest of me

are saying I'll be back
in a couple hours,

and you make sure
that Strader's here.

Huh?

[Zip]

George, you handle the women
from now on.

What do you mean?

I mean you handle
the women.

"I know it's midnight."

"Yes I'm being careful."

"The human seems likable."

"We'll be working late tonight,
so don't wait up."

I love you, too.

Do you mind?

No. Be my guest.

Ahh.

That hits the spot.

She keeps you
on a short leash, George.

My wife?
She worries about me.

I know
the routine.

Your home
is quite disordered.

I thought when I walked in
that you had been burglarized.

Well, I appreciate
your honesty, George.

Here.

Ignore the bitch
on the left.

That's Edie.
I call her Idi Amin.

Heh heh.

Uh...

that's Kristin,
my daughter.

Picture's a little old.
She's 20 now.

Getting married,
matter of fact, Sunday.

Human children
can be very beautiful.

Getting married.
Congratulations.

You're taking
Sunday off, then?

Uh...no.

I don't know.
Maybe not.

I don't think
I'm going to go.

She doesn't need
her burnt-out father there.

I'll show you
something.

This is Susan,
my wife.

Oh, yeah.

I remember when I
picked you up.

Not bad.

This is Richard,
my son, 4 years old.

We named him after the former
President Richard Nixon.

Ahem.

You, uh--

You open to a little
piece of advice?

Me, uh,
I'd tell people

I named him after the actor
Richard Burton.

Take my word
for it.

So then
the doctor says,

"If this
is my thermometer,

where is my pen?"
Ha ha ha ha!

You don't think
that's funny?

Look...

the guy says,
"This, this is my--

This is my--"
You got to work with me, George.

I get a laugh with this
all the time.

If the doctor has
the thermometer in his hand,

where is his pen,
then?

In the other man's
rectum.

Yeah! It's sticking
up his ass!

Heh heh.

Correct.

Yeah, that's
what makes the joke.

It's a surprise.

Your mind fills in
these little funny pictures.

See, there's a guy sitting
with a pen up his ass,

and, uh...

good luck, George.

Tustack.

I just think
that's really funny.

Heh heh.

Tell it to me
again.

I got another one.

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the bay♪

♪ Wastin' time♪

There is so much

our two peoples do not understand
about each other.

No shit, Sherlock.

You only come
from another planet!

You humans are
very curious to us.

You invite us
to live among you

in an atmosphere of equality
that we've never known.

You give us ownership
of our own lives,

and you ask no more of us
than you do of yourselves.

I hope you understand
how unique you humans are,

which is why
it is all the more painful

that so few of you
seem capable

of living up
to the ideals you set.

Don't count me.

I never had
any ideals.

George,
you're all right.

I am going home.

♪ Looks like
nothin's gonna change♪

Yep. You go home.

♪ Everything still remains
the same♪

Get some sleep.

You better drive--

too screwed up
to walk.

♪ Tell me true♪

[Crash]

What a wild man.

♪ Yeah♪

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the b--♪

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the b--♪

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the b--♪

[Grunt]

[Speaking Alien Language]

[Knocking]

♪ Dock of the b--♪

[Knocking]

Ohh!

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the b--♪

Yeah!

♪ On the dock of the b--♪

♪ Sittin' on the dock
of the b--♪♪

Better be good news
or money.

Oh, George. What?

Hold this.

I feel
very terrible.

I'm so milked-over.

Where'd you get this?

A man...a human...

was wiring it
to your car.

My car?

She is going
to divorce me.

She can't divorce you.
You mate for life, right?

She is very
progressive.

I am certain she is
considering it.

Hey, Matt.

Does a guy named Strader
mean anything to you?

Yeah. Why?

They found
what's left of him

washed up
on the beach at Zuma.

Federchuk and Alterez are
already on their way.

Thanks, Michelle.

Come on, let's go.

To the beach?

Yeah, surf's up.
Come on.

Please, I must
get out here.

Huh? Why?

Stop the car!

We won't go
near the water.

I beg you,
stop this car.

Please stop the car!

OK. George!

I'm stopping.

OK. All right?

Go ahead, get out.

It's cool.
I'll be back in a minute.

Thank you.

That kid
reported this first?

Yeah, about 11:00.

11:00?

Yeah.

God damn.

How do you know
that's Strader?

We found his wallet
in his jacket pocket.

Joshua Strader,
big as life.

You got any idea
how long he's been dead?

Your guess is
as good as mine.

Only thing holding
him together is his clothes.

Hey.

Huh?

How you doin'
on Tuggle's case?

Store owner's son's
in a street gang,

so we're thinking
maybe it's gang-related.

Good. Work on that
for a few months.

Look at your dildo
partner!

He's scared
of the sand!

I'd love to see you by a sea
of hydrochloric acid.

That's cute.

Ha ha ha ha!

That's real cute.

I know why
he won't come.

He forgot
his hip waders!

Lay off him,
you asshole.

At least
I'm a detective,

not some outer-shit
space thing.

You know,
you're right.

You are
a real detective,

an honest-to-God
detective.

Ah!

Here, detect these!

Ah!

What was that about?

Nothing.

You guys finish your postmortem
on Strader yet?

"The Blob"?
They're finishing up now.

Is Mr. Bentner here?

No. He went
home early.

He left something
here for you.

Here.

Does this have
something to do

with the tests
he ran?

What kind of tests?

A blood test

on that alien you dropped
the other day.

[Radio]
Los Angeles steals the ball!

Did he find anything?

Well, George?

...pass down the middle.

It's nothing.

...drives underneath
and makes a slam dunk!

Hey!

Don't give me
that nothing shit!

It wasn't nothing
yesterday

when you asked what's-his-name
to run that test,

and he looked like he was
about to shit peach pits!

It's not nothing now!
Don't lie to me!

You must
leave me alone.

No. I'm sorry.
I don't leave you alone.

You're my partner.
I don't work that way.

Huh? All right?

Well?

OK.

[Bell Rings]

No secrets,
god damn it.

That slag up there,
he was on something.

It wasn't sour milk.
Am I right, George?

Tell me--
Aah, shit!

Tell me now!

Now!

The drug is called
Jabluka.

[Bell Ringing]

It is a potent narcotic.

How potent?

More potent
than any human drug

you can imagine.

The controllers
regulated it.

We would receive
small amounts as a reward

for our labor
in the mines.

You were
on this shit?

Yes! We all were.

We were genetically engineered
as slave laborers.

It was our only means
of pleasure allowed!

The harder you worked,
the more you got.

The more you got,
the harder you worked.

Thousands of my people...

died.

I lost
my best friend.

It is a nightmare.

[Bell Ringing]

I will not
let it happen again.

Wh-Why wouldn't you just
tell me something like that?

Your people cannot know about
this part of our past.

It would threaten our
entire existence here.

How did
this guy get it?

I don't know
how he got it.

Was it on the ship?

No.

I mean this is, uh...

it's major, George.

It's really major.

It's simple. All you
had to do was tell me.

Here's Hubely.

Looks like
he passed up jobs,

waiting for the one
at the refinery.

Would you punch up
Joshua Strader for me?

Released on November 29th.

Came immediately to L.A.

And took over a club
called the Encounters.

Now the store owner, please.
Cecil Porter.

Released December 1.

Field of
expertise...

organic
chemical engineering.

Holy shit!

What we're
looking at here...

you got three Newcomers
with nothing in common.

What if it's
just one guy

that shot
the three of them?

Now you got
four Newcomers,

totally different
backgrounds...

George.

Quarantine.

Honey, uh...

punch up
the occupants

of Porter's
lodge number.

OK. Porter was in 772.

Harcourt.

Gin.

Porter somehow
created the formula.

Hubely provided the manufacturing
at the refinery.

Strader's nightclub was
the distribution network.

Harcourt
wiped them all out

so he could have
all the marbles.

He's responsible
for everything.

I want his ass.
He's mine.

We got to play
this smart.

The drug is here.
We must destroy it.

Hold it.
You're missing the point.

The drug is our evidence.
We need it.

Hey! That's
the guy right there.

Are you crazy?

Open the door!

So much for
playing it smart.

You can't come
in here like this!

Shut up!

Where's the drug?

What drug? This is
an oil refinery!

Aagggh!

Where?

You can't do this!
Aagggh!

I think you're crushing
his little chest bones.

Stay out of this.

Right.

Tell me where
the drug has been taken,

or I'll crush
your lungs.

Hey, O'Neal,

don't piss him off.

I can't control him.

I saw him once
pull out a guy's spine

and show it to him.

I had to throw up,
you know.

They took the stuff out
this afternoon...

all of it.

Where did
they take it?

Aah! The Encounters club.

Quite lovely.

What is
your name again?

Cassandra.

I shall remember that.

George, lighten up.

Don't sweat it.
We got them by the short hairs.

He ain't gonna make
any more of that shit!

If you destroy the drugs,
you'll destroy the case.

Please stick
to procedure, OK?

Fuck procedure.

Hey, George--

George!

God damn it!

♪ George Francisco ♪

♪ Open your Golden Gate ♪

♪ Open your gate
and let me in ♪♪

You! Hey, you!

Police!
Get out of there.

What?

Walk that line
right now!

Come on!

What are you
talking about?

What about me?

Señor,
that's my truck!

It's been a long time...

hasn't it, gentlemen?

What is it?

A sweet indulgence
from our past,

resurrected
for our future.

Feel free
to sample the quality.

I'm sure
the experience will be

everything
you remember it to be.

Where did
you get it?

I spent time with three
very resourceful men.

Mmm!

Jesus, it tastes
like detergent.

That's all the effect
you'll get.

But when my fellow Newcomers
learn they can obtain it here,

they will work very hard

to make as much money
as they can to give it to me.

Tell them the rest,
Harcourt!

Tell them!

He's got
the C-4 charge.

Put your guns
on the table.

Up against the wall
except you!

Take it easy,
buddy.

Keep your finger
on the button.

You release that button,

you'll not only kill us
but yourself.

To get you and this,
I would do it.

That is not in any books
as a controlled substance--

legally, no different than
12 kilos of grape jelly.

The charge is murder

and conspiracy
to commit murder.

Hubely...

Porter...

Strader.

You killed Strader!

No!

No!

Aah!

Kill them both!

Here?

Do it!

Don't shoot!

4230 Hollywood Boulevard,

Club Encounters.

Yes.

Shit, it worked.

Turn back!

Turn back!

Get the car!
Let's go!

I can't!
You have the keys!

[Honk Honk]

Turn the police light on.

[Siren]

Pull it over!

Don't put that
in my face!

Man, get out--

[Siren]

We lost them.

[Horns Honking]

Move! Everybody move!

Move, will you?
We're the god damn police!

On your right.

The god damned road
is blocked!

Oh, Christ.

Head straight for them.
He'll move.

This is chickie, George.
I never lose.

Damn!

Uhh!

Ohh!

George.

Anything broken?

You all right?

Don't move.

Put 'em up.

I said
put them up.

[Click]

Hey...you move
one finger,

and you're history.

Not history!

Eternity!

[Breaks Glass]

[Heart Beating Rapidly]

Aagggh!

I just remembered
a joke

that my son told me.

Yeah?

So?

I--I--I better not
tell it now.

I'd--I'd--I'd--
I never--

I don't
tell jokes well.

No, probably not,
but go ahead, tell me.

If I--if I--
if I begin to tell it

and you know the joke,
please say that.

Why did the chicken
cross the road?

[Coughing]

I know it.

I know it.

It's--It's
a funny joke.

I assume with Harcourt
and Kipling dead,

you will be requesting
a reassignment now.

Well...

just for
your own good.

I think
you'd be better

with a partner who's,
you know, more by the book.

But still, George,
I got to tell you,

for a quiet guy, once you get started,
you're hell on wheels.

I hate missing your next few days
as detective.

Guys, I'll take you
to the station.

Come on, partner.

They're waiting
to take your statement

on the shooting.

I didn't shoot.
He OD'd.

You got a match?

Yeah, in there.

Aah!

What's this about,
Sarge?

Just keep driving,
all right?

Just drive.

What the heck
is that?

Holy...

I'm calling
for backup.

No.

Leave it be,
will you?

Sarge.

Something
gutted them.

I'm going to request help
and an air unit.

What--What--
What is this?

It's Harcourt.

He's dead.

No, he's not--

not if he overdosed
on the drug.

Massive amounts
trigger a change.

You appear dead,

but it's a state
of incubation.

When you emerge,

you are
metamorphasized.

We must not
let him get away.

What?

What would happen

if humans see what we
are capable of becoming?

Got him!

Wiltey, no!

[Clank]

Argh!

[Click Click]

[Snap]

Aah!

[Beep]

[Beep]

Ah!

Hey, you!
Get the hell off my boat.

You heard me.
Get off the boat!

Over there!

Argh!

Nice view, huh,
you dumb sack of shit!

Let's have a cold one!

Aah!

Take her down!

Down! Take it down!

Aah!

Aah!

[Gasping]

Your scarf!
Can I borrow your scarf?

Take her down!

Aargh!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Uh!

Wait...wait...wait.

What the hell was that?

It looked really weird!

What do you mean weird?

Looked like
every other slag,

just plain ugly.

Hey, look at this!

Go ahead. Wait.

Let me hold the tie.

Ah!

Sorry.

Everybody gets dressed,

right before their
daughter gets married.

There you go.

It looks all right?

Good.

Ready, Daddy?

All set?

Yes, honey.

Uh, George, uh,
I just want to...

I'm going to apologize
for the rotten things

I'm going to do and say
to you over the years.

It's all right,
Matthew.

After all,
you're only human.

What a wild man.

My daughter's got a husband,
I got a partner.

He ain't really half bad,

except when he's got
that rotten milk on his breath.

♪ We are friends ♪

♪ We are brothers ♪

♪ Always there
looking out for each other ♪

♪ In a world
where so many dreams ♪

♪ Are broken apart ♪

♪ Yeah, but ♪

♪ When the world
tries to beat us ♪

♪ We hang tough ♪

♪ Ain't no way
they'll defeat us ♪

♪ 'Cause you and I
will always survive ♪

♪ Together we're strong ♪

♪ Heart to heart ♪

♪ Any storm we can weather ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ We've become united
forever ♪

♪ Two hearts
that can beat as one ♪

♪ There ain't a single thing
we can't overcome ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Indestructible ♪

♪ We got the power of love ♪

♪ So strong
We can generate ♪

♪ A wall of solid love
nothing can penetrate ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Whoa, ohh ♪

♪ There's a power ♪

♪ Deep inside us
Deep inside us ♪

♪ Ain't no wall
that could ever divide us ♪

♪ 'Cause we won't fall
We'll show 'em all ♪

♪ Just what we're made of ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ We're in it together ♪

♪ We stand strong ♪

♪ Through it all
united forever ♪

♪ Two hearts
that can beat as one ♪

♪ There ain't a single thing
we can't overcome ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Indestructible ♪

♪ We got the power of love
Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ So strong
We can generate ♪

♪ A wall of solid love
nothing can penetrate ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Whoa, ohh ♪

♪ Heart to heart ♪

♪ Any storm we can weather ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ We've become
united forever ♪

♪ Two hearts
that can beat as one ♪

♪ There ain't a single thing
we can't overcome ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Indestructible ♪

♪ We've got the power of love ♪

♪ So strong
We can generate ♪

♪ A wall of solid love
nothing can penetrate ♪

♪ We're indestructible ♪

♪ Whoa, ooh ♪

♪ Indestructible
Our world ♪

♪ Indestructible
We're indestructible... ♪♪